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Here's to a fantastic Fall and wonderful September. Summer came and went and the next months promise to bring trips and weddings abounding. Here we go!

Happy BDay Padma L. and Lilly T! You don't call or right, but I know you both care! See you both at Ellen's for New Years!

xoxoxo

Rabbit Rabbit

and for the Middle East Peace Talks; Rabbi Rabbi.

Rabbit, rabbit.

Currently am house sitting in SMonica and loving life on the westside,

".....ode to be young and independently wealthy...."

So much fun to be close to the beach with a fabulous pup named Radar. Radar has more energy than a power plant and doesn't know the word 'quit'. I was ready to invoke my favorite chant to start the month with a bevy of good luck when I was awoken by him and questioned, wearily "....wuz goin' onnnn???..." stay tuned.





And this couldn't be planned, it's Canada Day! On the heels of my last post, tee hee tee hee!

Rabbit, rabbit.

Blessings of the new month continue to surround you for the time and the time to come. Whisper the words and bring in the bliss. "Rabbit, Rabbit".

This month we have something interesting to evaluate. Normally at Spatagram our 'Rabbit Rabbit' post is all about luck, comic books and gayness but this month we go beyond the silly for the downright strange. Two grown men, pop stars have chosen to have babies without mommies. Just like Doctors without Borders, these men have impregnated women that they have not even met. This may sound like standard fare for musicians, but they weren't even in the same room, or even at the Chateau Marmont with the expecting mommas. And these two men have long been plagued by pesky rumors. (Cue 'Mission Impossible" theme)

Rabbit, rabbit, the rabbits are dying!

Ricky Martin is living La Vida Loca. The 36 year old Grammy winner was presented with a star on the Hollywood Walk Of Fame last October. He was named the Latin Grammys Person of the Year in 2006. And in April of this year he bought his own island for 8 million dollars. He seems to be having it all, except a wedding, what could he want more? Of course................kids. Well I'll have you know that he has recently made notice that he's the proud papa to twin boys. The two were born the unconventional way. He plans to stay out of the public eye for the rest of the year so that he can spend time with his family. Anyone knowing me knows the bad spell I'm under with this former Menudo singer. I carried his photo (a sticker) stuck to the interior of my Coach wallet for years, til it was worn out from stress and kisses. I'm embarrassed but unrepentant about the whole thing. I'm glad for the man and am hoping that Madonna will pass down all the clothing that I sent her for Rocco and David. Go Madge! He's still my role model, for the most part.

Then it continues. Camp Aiken has announced the birth of the heir of Claynation. Parker Foster Aiken was born to proud daddy and dear friend Jaymes Parker. The two are platonic and plan to raise the child together. Parker, a music producer has worked on the last two Clay albums, I could name them here but really I could care less. I may have them tucked away in a closet because that's usually a good place to keep things hidden. I love when the universe 'tags' certain events as special, telling us to pay attention and catch this. "Swoop in.." as my feather Heathercram used to tell us. The baby was born 8/08/08 at 8:08am. That's a whole lot of universe in a little sentence. I hold the date special as it was Auntie Maggie's BDay. It's Brendo's BDay, and Sista Trish's wedding anny. Another unconventional conception and yet I'm jazzed for the singer. It takes a lot to parent, and I hope it means the little guy is growing up.

Here's where we have the opportunity to make as many "Call Me Daddy" jokes as possible. Rabbit, rabbit. (poor darlings)

Rabbit, rabbit.

Say it loud, say it crowd. Bring in the luck and usher down the silly, we have a new month to celebrate. August is a dreamy little time where summer wraps itself up and introduces the fall. It can be sad for some, but to me it's a happy time.


It's been a great summer, work aside. I've been able to reconnect with a number of old friends. I've lunched and brunched. I've seen some good theatre, and some great movies. If you haven't seen Mamma Mia, you need your head examined. Such fun. And now I ready myself to go to the Cape and play with other test subjects for Spatagram. My family is a constant source of amusement and material. With all of them present it should be just like olive season in Tuscany, shake the trees and gather up the sheets when done. Maybe nuts are the more apt metaphor. I came across this great photo which shows the time passing in Los Angeles, film capital of the world. It's funny on many levels. Have a great day and a better month.





"Flamingo, like a flame in the sky."-Kiki and Herb

Rabbit, Rabbit.

For those concerned with my karmic well being be assured the first words out of my mouth this morning were indeed; Rabbit, rabbit. After last month's strange incantation of Monkey Monkey on April Fool's I was risking a lot on May Day. One month's folly shame on the wine, two month's? Shame on the monkey.

Can you imagine anything more odd to do on a day as such, protest treatment of immigrants in los angeles or skipping around a tall pole with ribbons? I'm not sure which is more boring but I'm determined to enjoy myself, I'm very intrigued and oh my this soup's delicious.

First comment on where the last tangent went wins a prize from the second shelf. You know you are curious.

Rabbit, rabbit.

Rabbit, rabbit.

Saying Rabbit, rabbit first thing on the first day of the month will bring you Good fortune. I don't know this as fact, but I do know it as superstition, and that's good enough for me.

Rabbit, rabbit.

Well a crazy year has passed and it has brought us a new one to play with. 2007 was a year of enormous change and growth and I hope the lessons learned provide the way to a great new year. 2008 holds interest to me as it is the long walk towards.....................................40. I'm also dabbling with calling it 39a, or Tony 4.0 or Cuarenta-dah (hands flourish)! You can insert any Green Mile joke you want to here. But make no mistake, I will welcome this opportunity with arms wide open and laughter raucous. I officially launch The 12 Days of 40 on the 17th of this month with some spectacular feet of strength and daring. Tune in to get all the details.

But as you all know, New Year's means Spring cleaning, speaking of inserting. And this annually involves The Master Cleanse, starting next Monday. Tune in for updates from my colon. Hey, my heads up there so often, I may as well start blogging from there.

Rabbit, rabbit.

Here we go again with a new month!!! And so much to look forward to. Columbus Day, My moms bday, Halloween and hopefully not confusing any of the above. I always like to look forward into the month with the air of optimism (and righteous indignation) (goes without saying.) When I do this I like to make sure that I have time on my side, right guard above that and a moderate supply of stimuli. Stimuli can be pharmaceutical, visual, aural, liquid, matter or not. I'm not fussy, just my shoes are. Also when I look forward I like to look back (never in anger) on the month prior and what struck my fancy.









Usually it's what's gay and amazing the month prior makes me smile. I won't even rip into the Senator from Idaho's behavior in/with the 'John'. Redefines going to the 'Can'. Or even the 'Head'. Though I could sit back and do it all day. It's definitely Old School Closet, he didn't even have the sense to bring a shopping bag to stand in(conspicuously) so as not to arouse suspicion while arousing whatever. Talk about bringing.................I'm done, he's not worth it.








Worth it though are the city of San Diego and it's Mayor. Jerry Sanders, former cop and now mayor of the country's eight largest city, reversed his position against supporting civil unions for equality for the gay and lesbian community. He and his city had held a conservative anti-measure stance until recent polls had proven the consensus had changed. In backing the new Civil Unions Measure he also revealed he would wish the same rights for everyone as he would his lesbian daughter, whom he also revealed to the public. The mayor spoke passionately and was inspirational in his address.

"In the end, I could not look any of them in the face and tell them that their
relationships - their very lives - were any less meaningful than the marriage
that I share with my wife, Rana," Sanders said.

Italy's Parliament decided in September to pursue a Civil Unions Bill in November. Like any good Italian masterpiece, these things take time, talk, more time, pasta, more talk and time until you see magnificent results. And in the pink shadow of the Vatican this is no easy feat. But everyone knows it's the size of the feat that can tell you the measure of the man. Funny on two levels Kent, funny on two. (Photo courtesy of the World Cup Champion Team Italia's spread for Dolce & Gabbana)














And as Europe strides lightyears (Buzz?) forward, the middle east again sticks it's 'head' in the 'sand'. (Two Kent, two) President Ahmadinejad of Iran announced that his country doesn't have any gays. Of course he announced this to raucous laughter at Columbia University in Manhattan. Who knew that the ostrich was as indigenous to Iran as Elaine Stritch is to New York? Maybe it's the country's national bird, flightless and sightless. Why were we not informed? All those feather boas that Drag queens have been using real ostrich feathers are so ironic now. Photo courtesy of AP.





And now for something completely useful, vodka. My time in Upstate New York solidified my love affair with cold distilled grain. At an Ice Party (a snowbank bar and a frozen-over lake) I bonded with a lively young lady L. L and I were fast friends as we worked together and held the same convictions; play as hard as you work and damn the critics. She also provided an introduction to one of the coolest ladies I know, her mother Zsa Zsa. L sent me this recently and I haven't stopped rolling, from the list, not the subject. Photo courtesy of Absolut Vodka.

1. 1. To remove a bandage painlessly, saturate the bandage with vodka. The solvent dissolves adhesive.
   2. To clean the caulking around bathtubs and showers, fill a trigger-spray bottle with vodka, spray the caulking, let set five minutes and wash clean. The alcohol in the vodka kills mold and mildew.
   3. To clean your eyeglasses, simply wipe t he lenses with a soft, clean cloth dampened with vodka. The alcohol in the vodka cleans the glass and kills germs.
   4. Prolong the life of razors by filling a cup with vodka and letting your safety razor blade soak in the alcohol after shaving. The vodka disinfects the blade and prevents rusting.
   5. Spray vodka on vomit stains, scrub with a brush, and then blot dry.
   6. Using a cotton ball, apply vodka to your face as an astringent to cleanse the skin and tighten pores.
   7. Add a jigger of vodka to a 12-ounce bottle of shampoo. The alcohol cleanses the scalp, removes toxins from hair, and stimulates the growth of healthy hair.
   8. Fill a sixteen-ounce trigger-spray bottle and spray bees or wasps to kill them.
   9. Pour one-half cup vodka and one-half cup water in a Ziploc freezer bag and freeze for a slushy, refreshable ice pack for aches, pain or black eyes.
   10. Fill a clean, used mayonnaise jar with freshly packed lavender flowers, fill the jar with vodka, seal the lid tightly and set in the sun for three days. Strain the liquid through a coffee filter, then apply the tincture to aches and pains.
   11. To relieve a fever, use a washcloth to rub vodka on your chest and back as a liniment.
   12. To cure foot odor, wash your feet with vodka.
   13 Vodka will disinfect and alleviate a jellyfish sting.
   14. Pour vodka over an area affected with poison ivy to remove the urushiol oil from your skin.
   15. Swish a shot of vodka over an aching tooth. Allow your gums to absorb some of the alcohol to numb the pain.
   

Rabbit, Rabbit.

Rabbit Rabbit. Here comes a gorgeous spring. Filled with luck and frolic, spring is an amazing time to see life re-create itself. I always take inspiration as the Earth springs forth fun and flora in green. It sets a pace that I like and emmulate. Have a fantastic spring, passover, easter and melonball thursday.

There were some tremendous comings (and goings) out for the month of March. A young popstar from Mexico, Chrisitian Chavez told the world that he too was as pink as his hair. His career was born of the popular telenovella Rebelde. He then joined the boyband RBD and has enjoyed great success. In 2005 he married his partner in the throughs of Canada's new gay marriage laws. As photos of the event had begun circulating the internet he decided it would be time to address the rumors. 2005? 2007? Such a delay in getting the photos developed. I suppose I've been guilty of that at one time or another, in my gloveblox I know I have a roll of film. It's great so many young gay people having the fortitutde to do this when so many in society fail at taking a stand. Of course I mean coming out, not marriage. Marriage is insane for straights or gays. Many good wishes to Chavez and his partner on their happy life together. Latin Pop star Ricky Martin commended Chavez on his bravery "Life is too short to live closed up, guarding what you say...". Gosh, now if that's not the pot calling the kettle mauve.

photos; rebeldigital.com, towleroad.

Another important hero giving his all for the effort is Eric Alva. Marine Staff Sargean Eric Alva has the distinction of being the first soldier injured in the war on Iraq, March 2, 2003. When stepping on a landmine Alva broke was blown twelve feet, breaking his right arm, shattering his right leg to the point it needed to be amputated. He was given the purple heart and a medical discharge from the military. Alva has come out to announce that he is gay man. Alva has returned to public service as a representative of the HRC, speaking out publicly against "Don't Ask, Don't Tell". Alva came out as a proud gay man to ensure that everyone knew his sacrifice and the sacrifices of countless other GLBT servicemen that are forced to serve under the DADT policy and how it needs repeal. He did this for his brothers and sisters in arms, in the gay community, for himself, his family and his partner Darrell. He is inspirational.

photo from HRC.

And finally, in March Marvel Comics wrote an end to a popular hero, Captain America. Granted that these storylines have a way of working out to different conclusion in time, the shock and awe of this standard bearer assassination sent ripples through comicdom. The waves went as far as local and national news. People near and far remarked on the suprise of such a storyline. It was an incredible decision on behalf of the Marvel editiorial staff, and unnervingly poignant. The decision to do this reminds everyone of the sacrifices being made daily for our liberties. The lesson is cemented by making it part of pop culture in an informed way as to remind us in a way that fleeting newscasts can't. People have a tendency to carry a short attention span on current events but can still quote their favorite Seinfeld lines, years later. I always thought him a great character, always written with a great dispositon and important leadership skills. He waged tireless battles against evil and relished in his victiories. With a career spanning sixty years, his brand recognition was infalible. Everyone knew what a round-shield on a man-in-blue meant and that the Stars and Stripes were something steadfast, revered. Thanks Cap, you won't be forgotten, or what you stand for.

Images courtesy Marvel.

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Hope springs eterenal and Spring eternally hopes. Can you imagine such a mild winter ending so fast? Truth inconvenienced most states for only two weeks or so. This is such a far cry from 'when we were kids'. In the closing of this season we bring luck to the month ahead with the cry of 'rabbit rabbit', that wonderful incantation first uttered on the first day of the month. And here at Spatagram, we look back on the wonders of the month prior.











February always zips by. It's like a wormhole to spring. That damn groundhog lights the match and before we know it the short month is gone. I like spring in the same way that I enjoy March, they are both nouns and verbs. Alot like pork they have various settings where they are appropriate and not. I would never march right in and spring this on you but I know that spring is in march. I used to live in a little cottage near the ocean and every year I would plant daffodils on the front lawn so they would let everyone know the snow was done. And seeing as they naturalize, or spread, every year my proclamation would get louder. Spring forth and run into this next year.











Former NBA player John Amaechi sprung the news of him being a retired gay ballplayer on the nation this past month, making him the first of the sport to do so. Amaechi, 36 has done more in his life and seen more places in the world than all of the midwest and most of the red states of the Americas. His superiority lies in his mother being british and his schooling being european. Maybe his superiority just lies in his being a very tall, published, out gay male. The purpose of the preceeding generalizations are to parallel those made by his 'colleague' Tim Hardaway in response to Amaechi's coming out.

"You know, I hate gay people, so I let it be known," Hardaway said. "I don't
like gay people and I don't like to be around gay people. I am homophobic. I
don't like it. It shouldn't be in the world or in the United States."

If ignorance is bliss then the locker room is Eden.











Financial guru and all around personality Suze Orman came out as well. Is anyone suprised? My favorite line from the internet is "...analyst and personality Suze Orman has come uot. And in her own inimitable style has announced she is a lesban." These little things in life and words make me smile. I love the fact that every month we add more faces to the community that our youth can look up to. As role models Orman and Amaechi are accomplished and they're just plain tall. (Look up to. Role model. Tall. I slay me)











On a fantastic note, comicbook supergroup The Fantastic Four return to the movie theatres in june following their lackluster debut in 05. "Fantastic Four 2: Rise Of The Silver Surfer" kicks off the summer movie blitz and this looks like it might redeem itself.



On another fantastic note, country singer Kenny Chesney spoke out on the rumors that he is gay. His ill-fated marriage to Academy Award winner Renee Zellweger ended in divorce with the actress filing to annul the marriage on the grounds of 'fraud'. Subsequently, there has been speculation to his sexuality prompting him to go the route of Clay Aiken and stand on the mountain top proclaiming his hetero es mas macho. Of course the top he chose was Anderson Cooper and CNN. Now that's funny on three levels (you know). As the sayings go, "where there's smoke there's flamer." "If it walks like a duck, and lisps like a duck, chances are...". He is one fine looking dude, we would be fortunate to have him in our fold. He'd look good in the front row of the class photo @ HQ. But his self-loathing has brought him to a recent photo shoot with a supermodel as damage control. This always lends credibility. Remember back in the day when Dan Quayle was beefing up his image with the troops and was handling that rocketlauncher? Backwards? It's the same school of thought, that a picture is worth a thousand words, I mean it worked for Ryan Seacrest with Teri Hatcher.



And speaking of shitting you, American Airlines announced today that customers in coach class will be allowed to use the restrooms in first class. Yes, you can make all kinds of 'head of the class' jokes if you wish, I'm not properly caffeinated to do all the puns for you. No word on what the mile high club has to say on this. Divide up into discussion groups and make the jokes up, prizes will be awarded for originality and color. Rabbit, rabbit.

Rabbit, rabbit.

The second of the year, and we're still here. That just smacks of optimism, don't cha think?
With the world getting colder where it's not expected and warmer everywhere else, Global Warming is the harbinger of destruction. But on a happy note, ground hogs day is around the corner.

Let's start the month with recognizing the bravery it takes to live your life, and your commercially successful life; Out. There's always been buzz around the lead singer for Indie smash hit Bloc Party's lead singer Kele Okereke. Since their debut recording of Silent Alarm the questions have circulated about the alluring young androgenous man. In January Kele let the public know, "That he likes the gents". Kudos to the man that is a gay, black young indierock aritist, now out. Maybe a role model like this will stop the hatred and violence on successful ABC primetime sets. Sweet, petite and to the meat.

Speaking of meat, dvd culture enjoys itself some easter eggs and drives fans around the disc looking for the hidden prizes. Easter eggs are bonus features usually hidden in dvd's to drive the fan's interest in the project. Sometimes they can be alternative endings, sometimes additional scences. The recent trailer of the Marvel's Fantastic Four 2; Rise Of The Silver Surfer had the digital artisits installing some easter eggs already, or are they a trick of the lighting. It would certainly seem that it would take balls to surf throught rush hour bridge and tunnel traffic and did the animators give the Surfer a set? Could they send some over to ABC, the home for homophobia? The CGI is wild on this upcoming summer blockbuster, and hopefully this time around they'll bring a script to help in making the movie.

Rabbit, rabbit. A good month to us all. A short one, but hopefully a great one. Peace, y'all.

Rabbit, rabbit.

First of the year. I think I awoke to use the bathroom, mostly with the neurosis of saying the first chanting of Rabbit, rabbit. I really could use some fantastic luck in the upcoming year. I remembered to say it and use the bathroom, IN the proper order.

In setting yourself up for success remember the little things, like superstition. Ignoring details like this will only build up like gunk in your cosmic entrails and stifle your existence. Also, the removing of said gunk is costly and difficult. On the first day of the month, we say our phrase as the first words out of our mouth as a totem for luck. This prepares the coming days with the energy necessary to make it great. It's making the cosmic "ice" for the karmic "cocktail party" if you will.

I resolve to further evolve as a person. I will be near-sighted, ambidextrous, and witty. I will seek health, wealth, wisdom, and the yoda master. I will play only as hard as I work. I will shop and drop. I will call, stall, and quit the Pal-Mal's. My weight will no longer yo-yo and I will learn the "walk the dog". I will pause and refrain, pause and reflect, genuflect and do the train. I will read more. I will understand even more. I will be ontime with birthdaysalutations this year. I will correct society on homophobia and bad taste. I will style and smile. I will pray, and say my Rabbit, rabbits, almost religiously. I will great health to my family and friends, in white light, to keep them through the year.

Rabbit, Rabbit.

Rabbit, rabbit. If you missed Spatagram's favorite incantation to start your month with a bevy of luck, don't fret. Your next opportunity will be when you start your new year of 007. A brand new year, brand new bounty of luck. No pressure, just do it. Sevens are good.

It's World Aids Day, let's not forget that we have beaten this yet and we've lost 25 million people to this hiddeous thing since 1981. Africa currently has 12 million Aids orphans. The numbers continue to rise especially in intravenous drug users, with prostitutes and then gay men following. People believe that they can live longer with the new drug therapies. It's not manageable, it's a plague.

Holidaze always puts a smile on my face. I dont buy into the whole holiday stress anymore, I groove too much on the looks on peoples faces as they get lost in it. Standing back in a crowd lets the theatre of maul/mall open and provides me with a front row seat. If you close your eyes you can smell the desperation over the cinammon. Open your eyes and you' ve been transported into an antfarm ensconced in red velvet and crystal appointments. I would imagine the roots of this being in the Inquisition. Dangling daggers over the heads of penitent pleebs, choir music, and candlelight, yeah definately the Inquisition. I love the imagery. Shop early, shop often. We're all looking for something.

Usually in my Rabbit, Rabbit I make mention of something cool in the world of gay entertainment. The increased visibility of our community this year was gratifying though on the battleground for equal rights we suffered. In the past elections, seven states passed discriminatory ammendments not recognizing our marriage unions. This flies in the face of those encouraging our unions; MA, Spain, Netherlands, Belgium, Canada, South Africa. If the world can arrive at the conclusion that these unions aren't the end of civilization before us, how far backwards are we falling? Even MA for Mitt's sake, has approved marriage. While we were out there this year, we were taking our lumps.

Sadly Congressman Gerry Studds, the original man about the congressional pages, passed away this fall. I'm only glib about this because the man's scandal was a consentual affair, and his record speaks for himself. His constituents thought enough of this man to elect him four terms. His passing leaves a partner of nearly twenty something years, with whom he shared a life with. They married in O5 when Massachusetts passed their gay marriage bill. This partner is not entitled to the congressional pension to which Studds contributed all his life and that any other heterosexual partner would naturally receive. Now that's cold.

Rabbit, rabbit.

Rabbit rabbit. May your coming month surpass the past and may the lessons we've learned, last.
I love the reflection that Novemer always provides; where we've been and where we're going. The end of the year looms high and you can't escape the reality that 06 will be history shortly. After thanksgiving, xmas, ny's, channukah, and midterm elections.


I'll call it an early holiday gift, Mark Foley deciding to stay in rehab for a bit longer. I guess he's trying to find someone else to blame his insane lack of judgement on. Perhaps he's beating a dead horse by going after the Roman Catholic Church, retired priests in Italy, the media, and of course Pierre Smirnoff. Maybe as a pennance and community service he could open a summer camp for boys in need of supervision. Supervision/Gaydar whichever works. Stay away Mr Foley you are toxic to our community and you could stand a sit-up or two.

Speaking of sitting up and noticing, did anyone else notice that ABC will permit disruptive workplaces, violence, and homophobia? The Slur Heard Round The World still hasn't removed Isaiah Washington from his role on the network's gem 'Gray's Anatomy' but has drawn all kinds of attention to the show's cast. So much attention that castmember TR Knight was motivated to come out as an openly gay man. The actor plays 'George' on the drama and was the butt of the slur that hot-tempered Washington threw at fellow castmate Patrick Dempsey. Coming out (in People Magazine, what's up with that?) Knight reminded the public that the fact that he's gay "hopefully isn't the only thing that's interesting about me." That's pretty classy, and motivating. Washington issued a lackluster apology through some beleagured publicist and refused to comment on his history of on-set bad behavior throughout his career. Here's a thought, replace him with one of those stunning guys from 'Noah's Arc on the gay cable network, LOGO. The irony and the ecstasty. So remember when you bring your god given talents to work for ABC that you must accept homophobia as regular behavior and don't consider dropping one racial slur, EVER.

And if your god given talents include massage, men and meth then maybe you too could consider an active career in the Evangelical Ministry. Godspeed never sounded more true! I love how people's hypocrisy is falling around them faster than New England foliage this time of the year! And to see this Reverend Ted Haggard, outspoken adversary to GLBT community, lie with man, to man and from man is pure entertainment. Bush's base is pretty base when they come up to the light of day. The slime that is arising in this election is better than anything that's on network television, accept whatever intollerance is being peddled over at ABC. As the republicans hold their breath for the next few days, we can only hope they inhaled.

Waiting to exhale was NPHarris' publicist this week. Starting the week with his hot property as being 'straight' to coming out by the weekend. I'm pretty proud that Mr Knight and Mr. Harris had the sense to come forward to and be visible, it's the only way that we are going to make it as a community. We need to be seen, analyzed and respected for there to be understanding. We can see what fear will drive people to; Closets, Pierre Smirnoff, Meth, and male-escorts masquerading as massage therapists. In the light of day, we look pretty good, and with role models (or models in roles) we look fantastic.

Rabbit, Rabbit. Hello October.

The first of the month has come again and let's welcome it in. With a resounding "Rabbit, rabbit" we'll bring some real good luck our way. This post at the beginning of the month is a resounding celeberation of all that's witty, pretty and gay.

This past month made us look for heroes. We found some on NBC (pun intended). We looked in the tabloids, and properly lined the puppy's pen with them. We had many celebrities in the news announcing their scheduled/sexual orientation. Some were floundering and some will still flounder. Where are the role models? Where are the foundations created and the causes rallied? Is coming out just a right of passage or a creditline increase? Have our newbies (newly out) exhausted stripmining the straight culture that they come home as prodigal children to kiss gay families, cut rainbow ribbons and do victory laps at Pride? Excuse me if I continue to bake cookies for those in need.

Out of darkness came the former governor of New Jersey, and we're so happy for his new life and booktour. Shame he didnt have the cojones to show up to Letterman, did he leave them in the turnpike reststop? I feel for anyone that has to suffer the suffocation of the closet for whatever reason, but if you want to launch some sort of Rainbow Tour (pun intended) please dont expect sainthood after your polictical ambitions were foiled behind an abandoned synagogue. You made your heterosexual bed and (got) laid in it, your role model status will have to come with some 'community' service. Sorry, too many other callers.

Lance Bass. Down. Out. And Proud. He should be, coming out is hard work. It's amazing how one weekend you're dancing at the A-House in P-Town with your shirt off and by monday morning the rumors have already made it to LA. Get your pretties shirt on and face the media. Boom, you're out, call a publicist and your Out. Now what? Again, your role model status will have to come with some'community service. Sorry, too many other callers.

Speaking of too many callers. This one we could have seen coming, or maybe she could have. We dont want the straight world to think that all gay celebrities are tax evaders, we wouldnt want to take away from your preferred impression of us as pedofiles. It's just a coincidence that Richard Hatch and Miss Cleo have this is in their past, nothing more. Welcome Miss Cleo, our ranks include Alexander the Great, Michelangelo, Sappho, and Ellen, can you use your talents to fill in some of the gaps in our history? October is GLBT history month by the bi. Our little charm bracelet of gay icons goes funky.

One role model this month for all to view. Thomas Roberts, midday news anchor for CNN came out this month at a journalist's convention. Roberts also acknowledged the support of his partner in bringing him to this decision. Consequently, CNN has reassigned Roberts to a new project. Could there be any other CNN newscaster that would feel threatened by an out reporter on the rooster/roster? This reassignment spun me 360, I loved the midday with Kathleen Kennedy and Thomas Roberts! They were nice on the eyes, their delivery was comfortable and never moody. The gay thing? Gravy.

Rabbit, rabbit.

Rabbit, Rabbit.

Rabbit, Rabbit is the first post of the month to bring my blog good fortune and to celebrate things pretty, witty and gay. Not always in that order. Rabbit Rabbit.

On the first day of each month if the words "Rabbit, rabbit" are the first you should speak when you awake. The legend is that good fortune awaits you in the coming month. I hadnt missed a month this year until Sept. Maybe I was distracted with the hole (pun intended) cleansing that I am undertaking (see US Open series), maybe I'd absorbed all the luck I had coming this year-I have had a tremendous 06. Whatever the reason, I missed my favorite incantation and tried to remind those near and dear about it. Everyone needs a little luck, don't you think? Rabbit Rabbit.

It was with luck that we survived the last ten weeks of the summer of 06. I don't know where these people came from but they couldn't have been any worse a clientel for a restaurant if they were hemmoraging rhino strung out on LSD. Hideous. I put away the jokes and strapped on the gas mask and kept my eyes on september coming. And now it's here, and Labor Day to boot. Our bluecollar holiday that reminds us how the nation is run; poorly from above, on the backs of the hourlies. Labor Day, should be celebrated over nine months, culminating in a Labor Day? Please be nice to your server as karma's a bitch, and moving really quickly lately. Time flies. Rabbit Rabbit.

As time flies fast, the people at Marvel Comics have decided to match DC Comics gay for gay. With the lesbiurrection of Batwoman as a crimefighting socialite out-lesbian the comic book powerhouses have trolled their universes to turn-Out new role models. Evidently they know where there fanbases are rooted. Marvel has long dabbled in queering characters; Northstar of the XMen, the Young Avengers book series, but until now hasnt put one of their mainliners out on the big pink street. In the XMen comics they have revealed the steel-turning russian, Colossus, as a big mo. I have long since loved this series. They speak to young gays in a metaphor that it's okay to be different, different can be cool. Most important you need to remember is that you are not alone. Out there in the world are people like you and you need to keep your head up, so you'll see them. I think this is pretty awesome that they have put some really great faces to gay ideals and can provide inspiration and comfort to readers of all ages. Its great to see ownership of ideals, people who's deeds match there words, continuously. It's very reassuring and pretty cool. Rabbit Rabbit.

On the other hand, when people don't own up to their true nature and deny, deny, deny, they can create smoke and can really speed up karma. It's great that Tab Hunter, George Takeii, and Richard Chamberlain can go to the oldhomoresthome-o with a clear conscience, and grab the male orderlies without fear of a tell-all being written shaming their big pink secrets. But fellas, you could have come to the table sooner. And instead of bringing a beard, a tossed salad may have been nice. You 'skirted' around the issues and enjoyed your success closeted. Wasn't it dark in there? Wouldn't you have preferred to take a trip down the runway and be free of all those earthly constraints? Go, Greased Lightning. You could have flown with the ease of a thunderbird (tbird), with those three little words that even Lance Bass had the balls to say. How much success is necessary to feel safe? It won't take much for me I think. Just enough to take care of my family, my love, myself and work occasionally. A nice couple of homes and maybe a trip here and there a couple times a year. I like to fly, but I really I like to drive. Rabbit Rabbit.

I'm all about that RV America concept, renting a camper van and taking off down the road. I want to see Graceland and I know my partner, Sister and her partner and kids and those magical Martino girls would make the trek. Goosy says she would but that's another story. Read more about Goosy in 'Air Banada' here in spatagram. Rabbit Rabbit.

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Queerly, we approach the holiday of independence. The colonies have stood up and announced their freedom from oppression and tyranny. It's actually ironic that we celebrate Gay Pride the previous month and then Independence Day right on it's heels. Freedom to love meats nationalistic zeal. Gosh darn, those crazy gays are just ahead of the curve.

On this holiday weekend we welcome back Superman to american culture. The icon is proudly being bandied about on many a chest, banner, bilboard and bimbo. It's nice to have heroes to look up to in such a creatively starved, cinematic summer of disappointments. Bryan Singer's tribute to this legend has been launched with all kinds of wonderful spin, one would think that the marketing people for the film spent time in the Whitehouse trenches. The buzz began several months ago with the buzz that went around announcing Brandon Routh's publicity posters were being retouched as his tights were too so, around the south. Props to the man with the unit, but the talk started. Following this began the rumor that maybe Superman was actually gay. Can you believe this? True, when you want to revitalize a neighborhood you bring the gays in. Cafes, Boutiques and well manicure lawns are the fringe benefits that are brought with the increase of a gay population. The gay community has been leaving it's creative stink on society for generation. But now we are a discussion opener, an unrealistic social barometer. "Is he?" or "Is she?" is a great game to play at a cocktail party but must we be stylists to everything? Comic book characters, unfortunate events, and even tossed salads are commonly being referred to as "Being Gay" can't we just be left alone and new adjectives be used for a while? Buzz is created and people begin chatting. THIS IS A COMIC BOOK CHARACTER FOLKS. Move on to a new topic and congratulate the marketing people that we're all talking about this movie just on the suggestion that the man of steel..............insert your own joke here. Please, Superman is not gay, if he was he would have lost that UGLY ass costume long ago. End of tour, move on.


If anyone's a homo it's the new Batwoman. She's been dragged out of the comicbook graveyard to be re introduced as a crime fighting lesbian, socialite. The socialite is the most important nom du guerre. DC Comics announced last month that Batwoman, originally introduced in the 50's and offed in the 80's was going to make a return as an emissary for the company to reach the gay market and show us not as victims or villains. Such a concept. I love her already, I make no secret that I am especially fond of lesbians. They're more than my peeps, they fix things. And would you just look at that costume, now that's HOT.


And if anyone's a big homo................................